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Saving My Junk on a Jet-Ski and Other Tips about Tahiti


6:07 PM  September 27, 2009

Download Sep 24 2009 - VID00038Bora-Bora

      "Out of respect for Fazion's 'unit' I chose to look the other way." 

      Over the course of my very pleasant career journey, I have interviewed far more stars than I can possibly count; for a far longer period of time than I will ever admit to; but in the course of all of those conversations I don't believe I have ever heard a remark that was simply so unusual as the phrase above spoken by actress Kristin Bell when asked about a scene in the new movie "Couples Retreat," where her co-star comic Faizon Love drops his trousers and reveals himself and his unit without the benefit of underwear.

     I am not sure what it is about a pure paradise like Bora-Bora that prompts so much discussion of below-the-belt matters. The area here is simply jaw-drop lovely. It is turquoise, is it powder-blue, it is baby-blue; whatever the correct color palate description of the water...you have never seen anything like it.

   With so much beautiful water, there are a variety of ways to experience it; which led to my second genitalia conversation here, prior to heading out on a jet-ski expedition.

   "Sam, you want to be sure that you don't completely sit down on the jet ski; you want to ride a little above the seat; otherwise it is really going to mess with your junk," was the sage advice from one of the plethora of publicists dispatched here to hold the hands of the 40 or so reporters who are covering this movie junket.

   Maybe it is just me; but prior to trying to save my junk; I would have offered several other tips about life on a jet ski; you are going to want sunglasses for certain, and maybe a small towel to wipe them down periodically. Also, even though the jet ski can go "80,"...."60" is about as fast as you need to go; and "30" in fact insures a very comfortable non junk jarring ride.

    A few other quick snapshots from Tahiti, which we are told is farther from any continental landmass than any other island chain in the world.

   Bring your own medicine. For whatever cosmic reason; there are no medicines sold at the hotels. So if you need an aspirin, advil, or basically, anything, be sure to bring it yourself. One of my Canadian colleagues has been felled by a tropical cold and is trading virtually anything just for some sudafed.

   Bring a significant bank-roll. Paradise is pricey. $1 U.S. dollar is worth 72 French Polynesian bills. Which seems like a good deal, until you discover a single drink is 1600; dinner was well over 100,000; this trip for all intense and purposes is free to the press and I will have spent hundreds of dollars just on incidentals.

   All connections with what we consider normal civilization don't really work here. The internet is somewhat spotty; the TV is all in French; and nether my phone or blackberry worked at all. As it turns out; these are HUGE positives and may well facilitate other life lessons.

   Don't come alone. In the original invitation to this junket; the studio made it very clear that extra guests were not welcome. I never should have listened. This is a top honeymoon destination; and it is a crime to be sitting in one of these amazing over-the-water huts; and not be sharing it with your significant other. 

  All told, with the incredible water right in front of me; and my unit/junk/package in tact, there is little to complain about. With economic conditions such as they are, a trip like this is increasingly out of the reach of many; but one thing about the movie, is that Bora-Bora is really one of the co-stars of the film; so while few will make the actual trip; I think many will get a chance to at the very least see in a movie theater what we junketeers have been experiencing and enjoying so much in person.

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First Review - The Jay Leno Show


8:19 PM  September 14, 2009

Any television viewer knows it when he sees it, and when he feels it; those rare moments when something big and emotional pops out of the small screen. When one is jarred from the stupor of general viewing because some on-the-air has happened that commands your head or your heart or both to really pay attention.

A full 46 minutes into his first episode, Jay Leno had such a moment....and then...a moment later he punted it away.

His right-out-of-the-headlines interview with Kayne West could have been a blockbuster. First an introduction where Kayne was praised for keeping his commitment to come on the show; and then West was greeted by audience applause; so it appeared that Jay was going to out soft-ball Larry King; until he did something rare and really good.

Jay asked an excellent question. "Kayne, I have met your mother, years ago; and if your mother were here today, what would she say about all of this." And right there, you could see, and you could feel in a very genuine and sincere way, Jay had actually gotten to Kayne. Clearly shook by the question, Kayne paused, very nearly cried, and tried to answer but knew that really he couldn't answer. And right there, right there Jay Leno could have followed up and maybe in 2 or 3 or 4 minutes we would have some new insight into Kayne West and what really makes him tick.

But we didn't. Quickly Jay went right to the teleprompter and introduced the 'performance' by Kayne, Jay-Z and Rhianna; which only proved that she still looks and sings great; but was so much less, less interesting, less entertaining, less everything that a real discussion with Kayne could have been.

The rest of the show was completely unremarkable. If you didn't know that Jay had left The Tonight Show three months earlier, you never would have never known. It is, in a word, the e x a c t same show.

  The monologue was very C+. The first comedy bit with the Dan Band, was very long and not very funny. The Jerry Seinfeld interview was so planned and scripted as to be vintage Leno-era Tonight show.

  Jay Leno has always had the rap of not being a capable interviewer. For a quick second with Kayne West he almost proved his critics wrong.

  If the first night is any indication of the future, I think the same-old, same-old will have less than desirable results. People will stay, maybe, for the monologue and that's about it.

There is a real opportunity here; but so far, Jay is playing it super safe and I don't think that will lead anywhere.

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No Matter Where You Go - There You Are; My Friends' Obsession With Psycho-geography


12:13 AM  September 6, 2009

      I have more than a thousand "friends" on Facebook; and as a practical matter, I am fairly sure I actually know less than 50 of them. My most detailed and intimate form of on-line communication is with 13 friends of mine; pals from elementary, junior and senior high school. We all grew up right here. There is also one interloper who somehow sneaked into our group after college, but no one really has the heart to kick Ed out. 

       Periodically, maybe once every two weeks; someone will send out a comment to the entire group, about something in the news, a suggestion for a group trip, (we all tend to take one together every year or so), or just something that strikes someone as funny. My last big posting was the video link to the interview on KTLA when actor Thomas Jane seemed well into his cups.

      Well Friday afternoon, one of our bunch sent out the following questions for discussion; and it has prompted a flood of posting. I am getting an endless massage from my blackberry as a result of the furious answers to these questions;

1.) Please tell us the difference between West L.A. and The Westside....and give us the boundaries of each.

2.) Where does the fabled "Westside" end? To the East...To The South...To the North?

3.) Does anyone know the difference between Cheviot Hills and Rancho Park?

         Kaboom. Post after post after post. After informing my friends I was going to do this, and not waiting to hear back to see if they mind; I have taken a few highlights from; and I printed this all out, more than 30 PAGES of answers to these seemingly simple questions.

      POST #11 --- Cheviot Hills is the Jewish Alps

      POST #23 --- Yeah, I am into this. There are all sorts of overlays to your psycho-geography --- swimming lessons, libraries, schools, organizations, places of worship, where the extended family was... Plus, what restaurants did you go to? Where did your friends live? What were the social groupings? Family histories? What other languages were spoken around the house?

     POST #47 --- My family has always been west siders...it's just the westside that's moved.

     POST #61 --- Wherever there's a bored teenager rolling her eyes at the backward ways of her parents...if she's speaking English...that's the westside. Which is just my way of saying while Manhattan Beach may mark the beginning of the South Bay...cross pollination and indiscriminate breeding have also made it the southernmost edge of the Westside.

      Now, this series of postings continued with people sharing a variety of memories including their original home telephone numbers. I was able to remember my own, and those of two of my friends, who, if you call those numbers right now would still be answered by their parents. 

      I am writing this from my house in Brentwood; which is about 5 miles from the house I grew up in, in Rancho Park. Of my 13 friends who shared this illuminating 'thread' only three of us still live in the (310) area code; but the psycho-geography that clearly dominates many of our memories is probably part of the glue that holds all of us together.


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